America


What is it that people love about it?
What is it that makes it the Land of the Free or the Home for the Brave?
Does that name really fit?
Don’t we really deserve that freedom we crave?

There are some who see the good on this earth ground,
Then there are others who do, but know others can do greater.
I guess it’s just the way their feelings go around,
And our feelings when we wish it were better.

America is a great home for you and I.
Especially because we are all different.
But why does it matter if we are? Why?
So what if we don’t fit your interest?

This isn’t right no it’s not,
To be judged by our differences.
You made us question how we were brought,
Because of your preferences.

But it all shouldn’t matter.
We are who we are.
Let’s wash this away with laughter,
And pray love from all won’t be far.

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